Saturday the weather was perfect. Perfect for me, that is. It is cold here for many natives Pueblans, but I think 70 is just right. I wanted to check out the tiny town to the west of Puebla that has some serious history.
I needed a day trip. Puebla was feeling really suburban and lame that day. As I had spent from 8-11 at a Starbucks online, I wanted to get out of my computer and head and kick up some dust.
I went to my local travel agency, my housemate Paulo and got the scoop on the three busses necessary to get there. This was complicated. It involved looking for the correct color of bus, asking the driver before getting on, looking for the correct mini-mart to get off near, and to catch the right bus that goes to Cholula.
Of course, I screwed up my first shot. I wound up hoofing around a part of Puebla I'd never seen, though. Ran across some pretty weird shit, and it was relatively easy to get back exactly where I started, a block from my house.
This was all fine, but I wanted to get to the archeology, you know?
Perhaps I'll get those pictures up tomorrow.
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